NOAH
The hunter was on his way to meet Ronin in the White Hart. It was still early, so he made his way winding down the city streets. He was still trying to get himself accustomed to Stormbreak, not knowing how much time he would be spending here. It would be nice not to get turned around, however. He had left Eira to her own devices, the griffin finally at ease enough to leave the Sentinel's side for short periods of time.
Noah did not pay close attention to those around him as he walked. Rather, he focused on the architecture and the buildings around him. It was only when the woman was shouting did he stop, his attention snapping to her. His brows quickly furrowed and he opened his mouth to dispute any accusation that might fall from her lips, before he heard the dragon. Noah twisted, eyes widening as the dog-sized reptile came careening down at him. Trying to move back and away, Noah found himself at a disadvantage to the creautre's swift thievery. "Hey--" Noah grumbled, reaching out for the knife the dragon had managed to unsheathe from his belt.
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
